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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
The Move,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.