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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.