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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.