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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.