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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.