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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Andrew Hill 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Crime,
ABC,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.