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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.