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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.