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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.