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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Index,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.