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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.