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 Eritrea 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.