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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.