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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.