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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.