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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.