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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.