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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.