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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Crime,
X-102,
The Cure,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.