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 Kenya and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.