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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.