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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.