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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
New Order,
X-101,
Whodini,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.