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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.