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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.