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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.