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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.