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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.