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 France and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.