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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Can,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.