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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.