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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Japan,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.