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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.