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 Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Index,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.