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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.