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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.