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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.