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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Camouflage,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.