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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Nico 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.