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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Slave,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.