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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.