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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Television,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.