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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.