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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Flipper,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.