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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.