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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.