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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.