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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.