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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.