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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.