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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.