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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.