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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.