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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.