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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Flipper,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.