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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.