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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.