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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.