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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 808 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Echospace,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
ABC,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.