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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.