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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.