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 Burkina and from New York.
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 Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.