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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.