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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.