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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.