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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.