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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.