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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
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Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.