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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.