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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.