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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.