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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.