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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Ituana,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.