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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.