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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.