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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.