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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Faust,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.