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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Brick,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.