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 Lesotho 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Gong,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.