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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.