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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.