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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.