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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.