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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 organ 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.