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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.