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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.