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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.