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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.