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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.