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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.