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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.