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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.