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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mummies to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.