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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.