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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Scientists,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.