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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.