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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Magma,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Roxette,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.