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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.