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 India and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.