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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.