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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.