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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.