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 Portugal and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.