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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
10cc,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.