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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Monks,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.