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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.