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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.