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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.