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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.