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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Make Up,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
X-101,
MDC,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.