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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Gong,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.