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 Palau 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.