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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.