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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti 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?
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.