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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.