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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.