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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.