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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.