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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.