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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.