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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.