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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.