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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.