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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.