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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.