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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.