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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.