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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
PIL,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.