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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.