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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Smog,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.