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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.