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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.