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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.