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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
June Days,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
MDC,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.