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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Can,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.