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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.