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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.