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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.