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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Technova,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.