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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.