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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.