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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.