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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.