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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.