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 China 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.