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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.