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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.