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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.