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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
JFA,
Crime,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.