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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.