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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Wire,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.