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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.