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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.