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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.