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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Scion,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Faust,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.