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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.