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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.