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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 808 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Franke,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.