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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.