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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.