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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Ituana,
June Days,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.