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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.