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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
MDC,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.