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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.