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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.