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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Gong,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
The Busters,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.