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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Model 500,
10cc,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.