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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.