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 Australia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.