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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.