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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.