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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.