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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Robert Görl 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Can,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.