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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
cv313,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Television,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.