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 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.