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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Can,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.