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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.