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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms 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 rap 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.