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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.