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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.