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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.