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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.