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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.