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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
CMW,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.