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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Pantytec 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.