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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
The Wake,
the Human League,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.