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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.