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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.