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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.