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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 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 American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.