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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
X-101,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.