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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s 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 Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.