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 Nauru 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.