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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.