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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Fear,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.