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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.