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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.