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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.