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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
ABC,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.