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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
New Order,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.