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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 CMW to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Can,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.