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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.