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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.