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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.