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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.