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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.