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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Brick,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.