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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Main Source,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.