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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.