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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.