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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Brass Construction 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.