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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Zapp,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.