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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Erasure,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.