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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.