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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Motorama,
Wings,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.