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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.