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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Niagra,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.