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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.