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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.