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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.