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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.