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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.