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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.