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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.