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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.