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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Technova,
Magma,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.