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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Mars,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.