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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.