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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.