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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.