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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
DNA,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.