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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.