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 Ethiopia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.