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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Can,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Mars,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.