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 Norway 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
UT,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Can,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.