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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Brick,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.