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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.