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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Can,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.