Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.