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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.