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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.