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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.