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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.