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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Can,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.