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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.