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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.