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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.