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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.