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 Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.