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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
10cc,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.