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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Symarip,
Scion,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.