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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.