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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.