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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Index,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.