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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.