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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.