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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.