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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.