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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.