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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.