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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.