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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.