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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.