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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.