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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.