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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.