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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.