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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All 10cc 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 dance 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
June Days,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.