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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.