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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.