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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.