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 Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.