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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.