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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.