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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.