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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.