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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Chrome to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.