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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.