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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Josef K,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.