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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.