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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.