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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.