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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.