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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.