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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.