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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.