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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 Dark Day 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
cv313,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.