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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.