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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.