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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.