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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 ABC to the rap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.