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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Smog,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.