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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
X-102,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Slave,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.