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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.