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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
The Wake,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.