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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.