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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.