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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.