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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Faust,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.