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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
UT,
Yaz,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.