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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.