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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.