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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.