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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.