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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.