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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Can,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.