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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.