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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.