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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.