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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.