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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.