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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.