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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.