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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.