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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.