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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.