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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.