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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Faust to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.