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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.