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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ossler,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.