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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Index,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.