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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.