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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.