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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
The Fall,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.