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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.