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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Smog to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.