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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.