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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls 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?
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.