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 Australia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.