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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
The Martian,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.