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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.