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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 CMW 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.