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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.