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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.