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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.