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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.