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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
MC5,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Hoover,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.