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 Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.