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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.