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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.