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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Pole,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.