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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.