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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.