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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 808 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Pole,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Television,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.