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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Slave,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.