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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.