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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
The Move,
World's Most,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.