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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.