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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.