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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.