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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.