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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Crime,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.