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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.