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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.