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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.