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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.