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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.