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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.