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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.