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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.