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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.