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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.