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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.