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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Index,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.