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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.