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 China and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.