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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.