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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.