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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.