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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.