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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.