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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.