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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Faust,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.