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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
The Names,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.