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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.