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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.