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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.