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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.