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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.