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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.