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 Marshall Islands 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.