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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Pole,
PIL,
DNA,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
ABC,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.