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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.