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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.