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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.