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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.