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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.