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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.