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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.