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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Moebius,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.