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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.