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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.