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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Slave,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.