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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.