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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.