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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.