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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.