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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Niagra,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.