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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.