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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Little Man,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.