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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.