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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
AZ,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.