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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Zero Boys 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Wire,
Ludus,
Motorama,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.