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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.