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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.