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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.