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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s 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 Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.