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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.