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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.