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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.