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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Little Man,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.