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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.