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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.