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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.