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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.