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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.