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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.