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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.