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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.