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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
MDC,
Japan,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.