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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.