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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.