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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.