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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.