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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
the Human League,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.