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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.