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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Fear,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.