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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.