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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.