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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Moebius,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.