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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.