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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.