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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The Slits,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.