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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.