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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Monks,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.