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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.