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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.