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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.