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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.