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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.