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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.