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 China and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.