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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.