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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.