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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.