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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
the Association,
Rakim,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.