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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.