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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Crime,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.