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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.