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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.