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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Intrusion 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.