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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.