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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
The Cure,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.