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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.