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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Index,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.