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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.