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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.