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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
cv313,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.