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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.