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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.