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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Cameo 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.