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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.