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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.