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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.