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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.