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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.