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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.