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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.