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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.