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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.