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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.