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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.