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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.