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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Visage,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.