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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
New Order,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Yellowson,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.