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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
The Saints,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.