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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.