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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.