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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.