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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.