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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.