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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Visage,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.