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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.