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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.