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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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 Stooges,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.