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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.