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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
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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.