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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Index,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.