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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.