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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.