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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.