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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the grime 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
The Names,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.