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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.