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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.