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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.