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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.