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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.