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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.