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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
JFA,
X-102,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.