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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.