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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.