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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.