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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.