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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.