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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.