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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.