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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.