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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.