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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.