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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.