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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.