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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.